歌曲 | Greenest Grass |
歌手 | Room Eleven |
专辑 | Live in Carré! |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My shoe lace is tied to yours | |
Connects me to your endless shore | |
Sea of me drinks your land | |
My heart beats your rhytm | |
I am in your hand | |
Counting your moles | |
No need to look for goals | |
As my destination is you | |
And reading your life review | |
I remember running around in the greenest grass | |
Chasing each other laughing in a late summer light | |
With every step I had the feeling that life had just begun | |
The palace with the white walls | |
With the shades of daylight | |
Where I was a burglar of my own happiness | |
Where I felt like an oversized partydress | |
Oh you know that raising my voice | |
Wouldnt be my choice | |
My words won’t beat you up, no | |
They’ll only describe the whipped cream on top |
My shoe lace is tied to yours | |
Connects me to your endless shore | |
Sea of me drinks your land | |
My heart beats your rhytm | |
I am in your hand | |
Counting your moles | |
No need to look for goals | |
As my destination is you | |
And reading your life review | |
I remember running around in the greenest grass | |
Chasing each other laughing in a late summer light | |
With every step I had the feeling that life had just begun | |
The palace with the white walls | |
With the shades of daylight | |
Where I was a burglar of my own happiness | |
Where I felt like an oversized partydress | |
Oh you know that raising my voice | |
Wouldnt be my choice | |
My words won' t beat you up, no | |
They' ll only describe the whipped cream on top |
My shoe lace is tied to yours | |
Connects me to your endless shore | |
Sea of me drinks your land | |
My heart beats your rhytm | |
I am in your hand | |
Counting your moles | |
No need to look for goals | |
As my destination is you | |
And reading your life review | |
I remember running around in the greenest grass | |
Chasing each other laughing in a late summer light | |
With every step I had the feeling that life had just begun | |
The palace with the white walls | |
With the shades of daylight | |
Where I was a burglar of my own happiness | |
Where I felt like an oversized partydress | |
Oh you know that raising my voice | |
Wouldnt be my choice | |
My words won' t beat you up, no | |
They' ll only describe the whipped cream on top |